[OOC] Amongst the Lonesome- A return to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

[Kingfisher]

((A colossal work in progress. I'll be hacking away at this over the course of this week. My goal is to have her done by Friday.))

Vigilance

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"People can lie. Monsters can lie. Even heroes can lie. But blood? Blood never lies."
-Quote attributed to the bounty killer known as Vigilance

Name/Nicknames: Unknown, though she usually goes by Vigilance as well as several other aliases ((Actual name is Althea Tavellan))

Race: Wyrmblood Elf

Age: Stopped counting after her four-hundredth birthday ((500 years old))

Appearance: ((Coming Soon!))

Personality: ((Coming Soon!))

Bio: ((Coming Soon!))

Other: ((Coming Soon!))

@Lexicon

Looking forwards to see what comes of this.

I'm assuming Wyrmblood is something draconic?

[Lexicon]

Basically, it's an elf born from the coupling of an elf and a dragon in a mortal guise. This is how Althea got her pyromantic abilities, and I figure, since elves are so elitist, that this is a mark of shame. She's not a pureblood elf, which means she's considered lower class and possibly dangerous. Of course, she also doesn't go around showing off her ability to control fire for this very reason.

[Kingfisher]

Basically, it's an elf born from the coupling of an elf and a dragon in a mortal guise. This is how Althea got her pyromantic abilities, and I figure, since elves are so elitist, that this is a mark of shame. She's not a pureblood elf, which means she's considered lower class and possibly dangerous. Of course, she also doesn't go around showing off her ability to control fire for this very reason.

@Lexicon

Ah, that should be fine.

In regards to the main Elven races, Somabra is based upon the Nordic incarnation; so Dark Elves and Light elves.

[Lexicon]

Hmmm...would one type or another be more fixated on keeping their bloodlines "pure?"

[Kingfisher]

Hmmm...would one type or another be more fixated on keeping their bloodlines "pure?"

@Lexicon

They're both pretty arsey about cross-species mingling.

[Flagg]

Kurtz

Name: Kurtz

Race: Human/Wendigo

Age: ?

Personality

Quickly, far too quickly, the roof under his feet was running out. The edge loomed closer.

Haggerty's heightened senses could smell the man- no, whatever he was, he wasn't a man- chasing him. Flowery cologne, just barely masking the reek of spoiled meat.

The roof ran out. Haggerty leapt.

Streets and alleys yawned out below him like dimly lit canyons, and for a delirious moment Haggerty spun and took in the city around him. High rises with windows blazing. Cars like ants crawling along Delerth Avenue. The Y train clattering down elevated tracks. The moon full and orange, glaring down at Santa Somabra like the eye of an angry titan or god.

Then he crashed through the skylight of the building opposite. He landed hard on a wooden floor, planks crunching beneath him.

A woman screamed, there were gasps and murmurs.

Haggerty looked around. Apparently he had interrupted a dinner party. Seven of them, well dressed. Nice apartment, richly appointed. There was a woman next to him struggling to her feet, covered in glass from the shattered skylight, covered in blood.

The Urge hit Haggerty hard. A gusher, so close. How could he not? A man rushed over to help the woman up. Haggerty paused. He knew he needed to run. He knew what was chasing him. But...

Haggerty lunged at the woman, shoving aside the man who had come to her aid. The rest of the humans ran, some shrieking, some dialing frantically on their phones.

Haggerty paid no attention. He licked the woman's glass-and-blood covered arm for one long, lascivious second before sinking his teeth into her jugular and draining her in four quick gulps.

Life surged through his limbs. Let the bastard try to take him now...

On cue, there was a heavy thud and crunch of broken glass next to where Haggerty knelt over his now bloodless prey.

Haggerty dropped the corpse and stood, facing his former pursuer. They were still for a moment as they assessed each other.

Haggerty was tall, lanky and thin, pale in complexion and baring long fangs. His face, framed by long black hair, was covered in the tattoos of the Nyte Kings, his eyes were crimson-and-black pits.

The other man was short, thickset, shaved bald. He wore thin rimless spectacles and an expensvie three piece suit. His royal blue tie matched his pocket square. He was smirking, as though the scene around him was very mildly entertaining.

"Hello William," he said, "I believe you have something that belongs to my employers."

Haggerty laughed, a low gurgling sound as blood sputtered down his chin. "You're fucked, Kurtz. No one can on take a full fed King, not even a... whatever you are."

The other man shrugged and stepped forward, "Give me the pendant, William."

Haggerty swung at Kurtz, who batted the fist away with an almost lazy slap. The vampire snarled and dove at him.

The fight lasted three minutes, two and a half minutes longer than it would have had William Haggerty, Nyte King, not been freshly fed. It ended with the vampire splayed across the half-collapsed dinning room table, a finely wrought dagger protruding from under his ribs. Kurtz was leaning over him, clutching the vampire's head.

"Foolish to steal from us, William," said Kurtz, grabbing the necklace that lay around the vampire's neck and pulling it off with a snap. Kurtz let go of the Nyte King, tucking the pendant into his jacket. Haggerty twitched and gasped.

"Even more foolish to stand and fight. There are leeches in this city I would think twice about crossing..." said Kurtz, pulling his knife from the vampire's side, "...but you are not one of them. Goodnight, William."

Kurtz picked up a leg from the broken table, studied it a moment, then smiled faintly as he plunged it through the wounded Nyte King's chest.

William Haggerty shrieked and writhed as he melted into ash.

Bio:

Kurtz represents the Santa Somabra interests of Barrow & White, Inc., an obscure London-based firm that-on the surface- deals in artwork, antiques, and exotic goods.

B&W are well known among the upper crust of the magical subcultures of Somabra as brokers in blood-slaves, assassins, magical artifacts, information, and anything else the rich and the preternaturally inclined might need. Looking for the sword of a twelfth-century warlock to aid you in your fight with an archdemon? Need to sell an ancient book of blasphemous litanies? Want a rival vampire-lord killed? If you're the right sort of person, with the right sort of contacts, Barrow & White is at your service.

The firm also serves frequently as neutral third party in disputes between rival vampire and elven houses. They are prized for their discretion, tact, and reasonable rates, as well as their and selectivity about with whom they are willing to do business.

Kurtz is Barrow & White's primary representative in Santa Somabra, working out of a small, upscale office in the financial district. He knows and is known by all the major players on the scene, and shares his employers' reputation for competence as a negotiator, and mercilessness towards those who cross him. Just what he is, and what the extent of his abilities are, is the object of some speculation. What is not in dispute, however, is that those who make enemies of the Firm usually end up dead.

[Drinky]

Question regarding the setting.

I got the impression this RP leans more towards the modern age rather than fantasy when it comes to technology, but would this setting allow for what I can only describe as 'Goblin Tech'?

Sparky things, Sharp things, Things that look like they have way too many tubes, conductors, and batteries strapped to them?

The sort of thing that looks like scraps of metal were hammered together till they resembled a bar, strap a battery to it, insulate the handle and call it a stun gun?

I wanna take my Goblin character to the highest level of cheese that I can, whilst still giving his character depth of course.

[Kingfisher]

WIP

Name: Kurtz

Race: Human/Wendigo

Age: ?

Personality

Quickly, far too quickly, the roof under his feet was running out. The edge loomed closer.

Haggerty's heightened senses could smell the man- no, whatever he was, he wasn't a man- chasing him. Flowery cologne, just barely masking the reek of spoiled meat.

The roof ran out. Haggerty leapt.

The streets and alleys of the city yawned out below him like dimly lit canyons, and for a delirious moment Haggerty spun and took in the city around him. High rises with windows blazing. Cars like ants crawling along Delerth Avenue. The Y train clattering down elevated tracks. The moon full and orange, glaring down at Santa Somabra like the eye of an angry titan or god.

Then he crashed through the skylight of the building opposite. He landed hard on a wooden floor, planks crunching beneath him.

A woman screamed, there were gasps and murmurs.

Haggerty looked around. Apparently he had interrupted a dinner party. Seven of them, well dressed. Nice apartment, richly appointed. There was a woman next to him struggling to her feet, covered in glass from the shattered skylight, covered in blood.

The Urge hit Haggerty hard. A gusher, so close. How could he not? A man rushed over to help the woman up. Haggerty paused. He knew he needed to run. He knew what was chasing him. But...

Haggerty lunged at the woman, shoving aside the man who had come to her aid. The rest of the humans ran, some shrieking, some dialing frantically on their phones.

Haggerty paid no attention. He licked the woman's glass-and-blood covered arm for one long, lascivious second before sinking his teeth into her jugular and draining her in four quick gulps.

Life surged through his limbs. Let the bastard try to take him now...

On cue, there was a heavy thud and crunch of broken glass next to where Haggerty knelt over his now bloodless prey.

Haggerty dropped the corpse and stood, facing his former pursuer. They were still for a moment as they assessed each other.

Haggerty was tall, lanky and thin, pale in complexion and baring long fangs. His face, framed by long black hair, was covered in the tattoos of the Nyte Kings, his eyes were crimson-and-black pits.

The other man was short, thickset, shaved bald. He wore thin rimless spectacles and an expensvie three piece suit. His royal blue tie matched his pocket square. He was smirking, as though the scene around him was very mildly entertaining.

"Hello William," he said, "I believe you have something that belongs to my employers."

Haggerty laughed, a low gurgling sound as blood sputtered down his chin. "You're fucked, Kurtz. Can't take me now, not even you... whatever you are."

The other man shrugged and stepped forward, "Give me the pendant, William."

Haggerty swung at Kurtz, who batted the fist away with an almost lazy slap. The vampire snarled and dove at him.

The fight lasted three minutes, two and a half minutes longer than it would have had William Haggerty, Nyte King, not been freshly fed. It ended with the vampire splayed across the half-collapsed dinning room table, a finely wrought dagger protruding from under his ribs. Kurtz was leaning over him, clutching the vampire's head.

"Foolish to steal from us, William," said Kurtz, grabbing the necklace that lay around the vampire's neck and pulling it off with a snap. Kurtz let go of the Nyte King, tucking the pendant into his jacket. Haggerty twitched and gasped.

"Even more foolish to stand and fight. There are leeches in this city I would think twice about crossing..." said Kurtz, pulling his knife from the vampire's side, "...but you are not one of them. Goodnight, William."

Kurtz picked up a leg from the broken table, studied it a moment, then smiled faintly as he plunged it through the wounded Nyte King's chest.

William Haggerty shrieked and writhed as he melted into ash.

Bio: (A brief synopsis of what got your character to this point, and where they fit in to Santa Somabra)

Other: (Any other notes, pieces of information, etc that you wish to include)

@Flagg

I like what's there so far.

Question regarding the setting.

I got the impression this RP leans more towards the modern age rather than fantasy when it comes to technology, but would this setting allow for what I can only describe as 'Goblin Tech'?

Sparky things, Sharp things, Things that look like they have way too many tubes, conductors, and batteries strapped to them?

The sort of thing that looks like scraps of metal were hammered together till they resembled a bar, strap a battery to it, insulate the handle and call it a stun gun?

I wanna take my Goblin character to the highest level of cheese that I can, whilst still giving his character depth of course.

@Drinky

I'd refrain from going full-steam punk. Goblin-tech in SS is more shoddy, poorly made human tech.

[Flagg]

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I like what's there so far.

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I'd refrain from going full-steam punk. Goblin-tech in SS is more shoddy, poorly made human tech.

@Kingfisher

Glad you liked it. Bio complete.

[Kingfisher]

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Glad you liked it. Bio complete.

@Flagg

Kurtz is accepted. feel free to put his cs in the character sheet tab.

[Flagg]

cool! excited for this one.

[Kingfisher]

cool! excited for this one.

@Flagg

Glad to hear it!

Expect the first IC post soon.

[Medusa]

@Medusa - My vampire mistress could use more thralls for sure.

@Rockette

Lol, I threw a bit of Maharet in there, if it's cool. I don't think they'd have to interact all the time, but it should be interesting to have an active vampire for Charlotte (my character).

[Atrophy]

@MedusaYou missed a golden opportunity by not nicknaming your character Doctor Acula.

Then again, maybe you just have better restraint and more self-respect than me.

Expect the first IC post soon.

@Kingfisher

Oh boy, early Christmas presents!

[Lexicon]

((Ignore this.))

[Cat Sidhe]

Letting you know I'm still interested in participating! An unexpected bout of illness is slowing me down--just in time for Christmas, too. Woo.

[RedDusk]

@Atrophy Think Valorie would be interested in adding Sander to her contact list? A necromancer and a corpse collector... I don't think it'd be too hard for them to run into each other.

[Atrophy]

@RedDuskA corpse collector and a son of a witch (okay, got it out of my system) to boot? Yeah, I can definitely see Valorie trying to get him to let her have a quick chat with the newest dead guy. Send me a PM if you want to work out some details.

[Kingfisher]

And so it begins.

Start getting your first posts up, folks!

[JulienJaden]

Heya folks.
Finally got my character up.

Anybody looking for somebody to play their character against/with?